Chapter 13 #2
My inner walls quiver at his growled promises, dark parts of my mind responding to these carnal promises that have now risen well past threats and are happening to me in the moment.
I glance over to where Thor is watching me be fucked, chains holding him so he cannot escape. I look between his legs and I see his erection, thick and intense, pressed against his underwear.
Fuck me. I feel another one of those intense flushes of arousal and sweet lubrication as I realize that he, too, likes seeing me displayed this way.
He’s been beaten, he’s being forced to watch, and his eyes are locked on me as if I am the most beautiful thing in the world, as if there is nothing and nobody he would rather be looking at.
I feel that connection between him and me as we make eye contact, and my hips do a little grinding motion just for him, even though my pussy is wrapped around Drako’s cock.
“Good girl,” Drako purrs. “Help me punish you.”
He grips my hair and pulls my head back and continues fucking me, pounding away inside me until I start to yelp and whine a little. My complaints excite the crowd too, and the more I whimper and squirm, and the more Drako locks me in place and makes me take his cock, the more they love it.
“I’m going to come inside you,” Drako promises. “I’m about to fill this tight little hole all the way up. You’re going to take it, aren’t you, my sweet prisoner? Your captive hole is about to be bred.”
Oh, gods, I could come from the way he is talking to me as he gathers me up tight against his body, locking me in place so I have to take each and every thrust as deep as I can.
My toes curl and my breath comes in ragged little panting gasps and he fucking does exactly as he says and comes inside me, burying his dick deep in me and grinding his hips so I take every bit of his potent seed.
He draws out after a moment, to allow the drones a chance to capture the image of his cum sliding out of me. They do their job, and a roar of approval and excitement rises once more from the throats of all the men who now know exactly what it looks like when I am fucked.
Drako smirks and pulls all the way out, slapping my pussy lightly with the flat of his fingers, making me jolt and gasp.
“You’re so close to coming, aren’t you,” he growls. “But you’re not going to come on my cock. You’re going to come while I spank this naughty clit.”
He spanks me again, harder this time, his fingers swiping his cum back up along my slit as he punishes my pussy.
The worst thing about this is the fact that I know it is going to work. Every time his fingers slap my pussy, they linger on my clit and give it a little rub, then leave again, and return with another smack.
“Fuck! Ow! No! Please! Yes!” I am already incoherent as I beg him for release at the same time I want some mercy for my aching pussy.
Drako doesn’t do mercy.
He continues to spank and rub my pussy until it is swollen and red, until I am whimpering erotic tears as my orgasm keeps getting closer and closer.
“Cry and come for me, baby,” he demands. “Cry and come for me at the same time.”
I am not able to resist his orders, of course. The more he tells me what to do, the more my body responds. My mind is rebellious, but my flesh is entirely submissive.
I come for him, writhing and gasping, tears rolling down my cheeks as I finally reach that desperate orgasmic peak. He strums my clit firmly throughout the whole affair, until I am shaking and begging him once again to stop.
But he doesn’t.
He continues to rub my spanked clit until I come a second time. This time, my cries are raw and my tears are displayed for all to see, and I am absolutely shattered from pleasure and from understanding what my body will do when it is handled by a truly ruthless man.
He turns me around, pushes me back over the railing, and then his cock is back inside me in a rough surge.
“That’s right,” he growls. “A second breeding for my captive slave.”
“It hurts,” I whimper.
“It’s supposed to,” he growls back, sinking deep inside me in long, slower thrusts that are designed to make me feel every single inch of his cock, as if I had a fucking choice.
This time the fucking does feel more like a disciplinary punishment. He is more deliberate about it, and less passionate. He uses his cock like a rod of discipline, and I wriggle on it like a bad girl being brought to justice.
“I should fuck your ass,” he says. “That’s what should be happening, really. But I think I will save that…”
“For what?”
“For the second stage of your punishment. I think I’ll have your Golden Boy use your ass.”
He starts to work his thumb into my butt while he slow fucks me. I am too distracted by my aching clit and pussy, and now my sore bottom to care how the crowd is reacting now. I have been brought into my body in the most primal of ways.
When he decides I am loose enough, he pulls out.
“Golden Boy. Come show me and my crew how you fuck our mate’s ass.”
This is a test for Thor, and for me. And for the crew. If they accept that Thor has the right to mate Drako’s mate, then they accept him. Me, I get accepted either way. A fuckable prisoner has that effect on a Vikar crew.
Letting Thor fuck my ass is probably going to save his life.
I tell myself that’s why I don’t try to resist when I feel him behind me.
He must feel like hell. They beat him before they brought him out here, but I guess it had no ill effect on his cock.
It takes a real confident man to be able to maintain an erection in front of a hostile army, but by the way the thick head of his cock feels like at my ass, he’s super confident.
“Good girl,” he praises me, putting one hand on my shoulder to steady me and provide himself traction as his cock slides into my lubricated ass with a firm pressure that makes the tight ring of muscle submit. I moan softly, wanting his flesh in me as a reassurance that he is still here.
The feeling of being anally taken is so particular.
It’s not like my pussy that yearns to be bred, but it’s also not entirely without feeling.
My pussy senses that a cock is near and in my body, and responds by getting sensitive all over again.
Hot shame is an aphrodisiac I am enjoying in this moment as I am anally defiled and taken in front of the crowd.
Thor fucks me like a man who has something to prove. He tries to be gentle, I think, but having witnessed Drako take me over and over, he now proceeds to show everyone just why I also belong to him.
He starts off slowly, but once he picks up pace, I am being fucked hard, every stroke making my ass pulse and sting as his hips make hard contact, and his balls swing against my swollen but empty pussy.
“Look at her, the daughter of the man who made an enemy city, now giving up her tight little asshole to a firefighter, a low-born man like us who puts his body on the line to save others. She’s learning her true place with us.
She knows who she is, and what she’s used for.
Look at that cute little panting face she makes when he pulls out and pushes back in. ”
Drako narrates my anal discipline for the benefit of the crowd, but also for me. I have entered a state of arousal in which I cannot help myself. I have been fucked so many ways, humiliated and shamed so entirely, displayed, used, and bred, and all of it is feeding me.
I know I am loved. Drako is obsessed with me, and Thor would do anything to keep me. These two men are enemies who have made peace because they know deep down that peace is the only way they can have me.
“We’re going to let her home world know she’s our captive,” Drako says. “And that their precious founding princess is going to be fucked until she has my baby. From now on, if they attack us, they attack their own flesh and blood!”
A cheer goes up right at the very moment that Drako picks up a silicone device and slides it under my bent body. It suctions onto my clit and immediately starts to pulse against that sensitive bud.
“I’m going to come!” I gasp.
“No,” Drako growls. “You’re not. Thor is going to come in your ass, and then the two of us will decide if you deserve to come. So you hold that orgasm, young lady.”
The crowd enjoys my torment as I do everything I can not to climax even though Thor is pounding my ass and that devious toy is suckling at my clit.
Mercifully, Thor is on the brink of coming, and a few grinds of my ass soon have him spilling over the edge, filling my ass up with his cum until he pulls free and a few drops spray over my cheeks.
Drako ups the intensity of the toy between my legs and plunges three fingers inside me.
Two slide into my pussy, one goes into my ass.
All of them move rapidly as he fingers me to my final screaming climax of the evening, each and every one of my sensitive zones stimulated to the point of near pain until I collapse on the floor, coming with so much screaming force that I feel as though I might pass out.
“She’s done,” Drako murmurs to Thor. “Let’s get her out of here.”
The crowd is cheering in that animal way when Thor picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder, and he follows Drako out of that arena.
I feel barely within myself. I am floating somewhere above it all, seeing myself used, broken, submitted.
My body is flushed with endorphins, pleasure and pain still co-mingling inside me.
I will never be able to explain to anybody why this feels so fucking good, even though I would never have wanted it.
I feel as though I have faced a deadly predator and survived, as if I have done battle and triumphed.
Each of my orgasms was a reward, and the chemicals from them make me soft and dopey as Thor and I are led into what I can only describe as high-tier slave quarters.